NOVA SCOTIA

I N S P I R A T I O N

Having moved up to Lanarkshire from Lancashire at the age of seven, I found myself going to a Scottish primary school (Stepps). It was here that I was initiated in Scottish history and that is probably the background to this song. This also was the first time I encountered the word sassenach.


Lyrics

Your homes and your holdings were cleared by decree.

To harvest seaweed, you were moved to the sea.

Cheviot sheep came to people the hills.

Northumberland farmers with shepherding skills.

Nova Scotia.


Your factors drove tenants from houses and land.

Your church gave its blessings to those in command.

Your ministers watched as their parish homes burned.

The cries and the anguish went unheeded and spurned.

Nova Scotia.


Some families moved off to far away places.

To build up their homesteads in wide open spaces,

With freedom to choose, to live as they would,

And to work for the future as best as they could.

Nova Scotia.


Sometimes it seems there's a chip on your shoulder.

Feelings are bitter while embers still smoulder.

Will you ever again trust a man from the south,

Or believe in the words from a sassenach mouth?

Nova Scotia.

Paul J Openshaw (1980 something probably)

© Paul J Openshaw 2012